Vengeful Soul by Emma Creed

Iwas starting to feel a little calmer. Me and Jess had just beat the hell into some goon Roswell recently released from custody on a possession charge. And once he confirmed his supply wasn’t coming from the Bastards, we managed to get a name out of him. One that I’m sure will be next on our to do list once we’ve sat down with Prez.

I was planning on wasting some time at the bar to be sure Gracie was asleep before I went back to my cabin. But seeing her in front of me now, Tac and Thorne trying to double team her up into one of the rutting rooms, I can feel that calmness starting to tighten again. Tac eyes me over her shoulder and I watch Gracie slowly turn around.

“What ya doin here?” I try to keep the anger out of my tone. I can’t have the others know that a bitch is getting to me. It’s bad enough that I’ve insisted she stay at my cabin.

“Me?” She quickly drops the worried look off her face, and attacks me with some sass as she walks toward me.

“Good luck, buddy,” Jessie slaps my shoulder before he makes his way over to the bar.

“I was just hanging out, passing some time. Thought I could help out around here,” she explains casually. I clear my throat and take a breath before I respond.

“The girls who help out around here, make themselves available.” I stare right through her, letting her know I’m mad. If it weren’t for my audience, I’d take the disobedient little brat over my knee and spank her sore.

“Guess I’m available!” she smarts back, infuriating me that little bit more.

“You look a little pissed, Brax, maybe I could pour you something to take the edge off.” Stepping closer, she smiles me a sarcastic smile, and I have to clench my fists to stop myself from grabbing her and dragging her out of here.

“You know what I mean. The girls down here don’t just serve drinks.”

“What’s it to you what I’m serving? I’m just trying to have some fun.” She’s taunting me, begging me for a reaction, and I’m finding it damn near impossible not to bite.

“We’re going back to the cabin… now.” My jaw is so tight the words only just make it out, and when she licks her lips and says,

“Make me,” to hell with the fuckin’ audience. That’s exactly what I do.

I ignore the yelp she makes when I lean forward and throw her body over my shoulder, the pressure in my fingers tightening around her thigh as she tries kicking her legs and slams her fists into my back. I start moving toward the door and out toward my bike.

“Brax you’re hurting me,” she struggles, trying to free herself from my grip, but I keep marching forward until we’re out in the cool air, and I place her down and slam her back into the side door of one of the trucks.

“I told you to not come down here,” I growl at her through my teeth, my palm slamming into the side panel of the truck. “Why can’t you just take a simple fucking instruction?”

“Ummm, because I don’t take orders. I’m not your prisoner anymore, Brax, you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.” She knows the power she got over me, can see how mad I am, and yet she shows no fear.

“No, you ain’t a prisoner, but you’re my responsibility. Prez’s orders.”

“And does Prez get to say if you fuck me again or not?” she mocks, with a smile that’s both smug and seductive at the same time. It pushes the blood around my body faster and makes me infuriated.

“Don’t push me,” I warn.

“Push you to do what? Break the rules with me again? I hear you were quite the challenge around here. Guess I won’t be needing these, huh?”

When she shoves her hand into her back pocket and pulls out a fist full of rubbers, I snatch her wrist, and slam it into the metal panel behind her, forcing her to drop them.

“What the fuck are you doing with those?”

“Mel gave me them, she thought I might come in useful down here.”

“Why you tryin’ to get a rise out of me?” I ask, my temper thumping in my temples. I want to rip the girl’s jeans down and hard fuck her right on the spot to teach her a lesson. But something tells me that’s exactly what she wants outta me.

“I was just trying to have a little fun. You can’t keep me hidden up in that cabin the whole time I’m here.”

“That kinda fun ain’t for you,” I tell her, staring my dark eyes hard into her pretty green ones.

“You don’t know me, Brax,” she hits back at me, and the way that slices through me confirms that I’ve let the bitch have far too much leeway. I press my nose into her cheek and inhale. She smells like the fucking club, strong liquor, tobacco and bad fuckin’ choices.

“Fine. You wanna act like a whore, Gracie, I’ll treat you like one.” With her body caged between me and the truck, she’s got nowhere to run, and suddenly I ain’t bothered if I got an audience or not.

“Get on your knees,” I command, releasing her wrist so she’s free to move, and I’m surprised when she does as she’s told, her back sliding down the metal and her eyes looking up at me as she travels lower.

“Like this?” she asks, knowing exactly what she’s doing.

“Yeah, like that.” I brace one hand against the truck while I unbuckle with the other, taking my already hard cock in my hand and freeing it toward her lips.

“I’m gonna fuck all the sass right out of that pretty mouth,” I lose some of my strength when her tongue swipes over my tip.

“You're gonna take me right to the back of that throat like a good little slut, Gracie.” Her big green eyes look up at me and her head nods in agreement. This is supposed to be a punishment, but she’s making it look like a fucking reward.

“Take it,” I thrust deep into her open mouth, clenching my fist in her hair when I hear her gag. It’s such a satisfying sound, and I want to hear more of it. So I use my hold on her to guide her warm, wet mouth over my cock again and again. I press my forehead into the arm I got rested on the truck, looking down and watching her taking me.

And when her eyes snap up to mine, it confirms that the smart bitch knows exactly what she does to me. She’s the one with all the power, despite being the one on her knees, and I can’t understand how something so pretty can cause me so much pain.

“Good, Gracie, work me harder, take me deeper. Make sure you get a real good taste of me.” I fuck her mouth harder and faster, crushing her hair in my hand and hearing myself moan. Her mouth feels so damn good on me that I’m ready to blow my load. And when her hand moves between my legs and cups my balls, I lose all control.

“I’m gonna come,” I manage to growl, just before my hot mess coats the back of her throat and my balls clench in her hand.

Gracie sucks at me for more, draining everything out of me as she squeezes her fist around my shaft and drags it up to her lips. Her tongue laps at my tip and licks me clean, before she stands up in front of me and licks her lips. Knowing that they taste of me now, gives me such a deep satisfaction that I got no choice but to kiss ‘em. I don’t care that she’s just taken a mouthful of my cum. It’s evidence that here and now. I fuckin’ own her.

“Go home, Gracie.” I pull my mouth away to tell her harshly, then forcing my cock away, I buckle up.

Last night, now this… I’m making it a habit of fucking up when it comes to her, and as I turn my back on her and walk back into the club, I promise myself that it will be the last time that she’ll see any weakness out of me.